| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| And when soldiers came
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| Them say them come to make us tame
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| And from that day until now on
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| We were jeered and laughed to scorn
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| Things used to be ire (before the soldiers came)
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| Things used to be nice, so nice now
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| Things used to be ire
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| Things used to be nice, so nice
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| Our country them did enter, yeah
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| Troops trodding left right and centre
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| Everywhere
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| One moment at peace with Nature
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| Now victims of a massacre
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| We got our spears
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| We got our shields
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| But their guns were greater
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| Prepare for a slaughter
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| Give I back I witch doctor
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| Give I back I Black Ruler
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| Me no want no dictator
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| Me no want no tyrant on yah
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Way down in Africa
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| Where the backra still rules day after day
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| The Black Man is suffering now far more
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| Than when he was a slave
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| Is there a need for war?
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| No
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| Peace my bredren — here them bawl
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| Bodies in mutilated condition
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| Faces scarred beyond recognition
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| Is this what civilization means to me?
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| Then without it I prefer to be
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| So…
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| Give I back I witch doctor
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| Give I back I Black Ruler
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| Me no want no dictator
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| Me no want no tyrant on yah
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutallee!
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| Dutailee! |